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Oct 2018
I have pined for
dined on
sunk in
thought to sin
and your eyes
made me
forbade me
took me and
shook me
until
I rattled,

And I longed to
but
that wouldn't do
so I settled for
pining more.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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